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s, because the hands had moved back up away from his butt and
were stroking his hair and back soothingly now. Smiling gratefully,
Amri cleared his mind of the unpleasant memories and hugged Zarth
tightly. "I'm not afraid of you, my Lord...I trust you. You can do
what you were doing. I liked it a lot," he whispered.
"I know you trust me, son," Zarth murmured back as his hands
again began massaging Amri's backside and thighs. "Besides, that
particular part of your anatomy doesn't do a thing for me." They both
laughed quietly, and Amri spread his legs rather lasciviously as he
felt Zarth's fingers begin lightly tickling his testicles.
The wizard, Vandorth, sat back and waited patiently, enjoying
the scene before him. When he had read the minds of the crewmembers
on the ship earlier, he had singled these two males out as especially
needing the healing influences of this planet. He had therefore
assigned these two to his own talented ministrations.
After a few minutes, Amri rolled off of Zarth so the Zvingaian
could go off on his private fantasy, but he gasped in surprise when
Zarth brought his mouth down to Amri's throbbing cock and began to
work on it. The wizard also nodded to himself in approval from his
seat behind a bush. F
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